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I wasn’t lying about being hard. Thinking about being touched like that… It makes my body hot. Makes it respond as if someone were physically here with me.

A: I’m not hard, but if the pressure helps, I’d push our hips together, rock against you and let you have my mouth as much as you want.

I drop my forehead to my pillow, thrusting my hand inside my pants and gripping my cock. It’s only a few short pumps, just relieving the pressure, and then I pick my phone back up and read the messages again. I roll my hips into the mattress and almost can’t hold back the choked up moan that threatens to slip out.

I’m horny and sad and so fucking enamored by A. I don’t know what the hell we’re doing, but I know I don’t want it to stop. Just this once has to be okay.

Me: I want to touch you.

A: Then touch me, B.

Me: I’m not sure I should.

A: Why not?

Me: Because this is turning me on. And when I say I want to touch you, I mean I want to touch your cock and get off on you.

A: Isn’t that the point? Shit, I’m kind of flattered that this does something for you.

Me: More than something, A. I want to touch myself. I want to come, and I want to think of you while I do it.

Me: Fuck, I told you I was lonely. I’m sorry.

I should turn the phone off. I should take my hand off my leaking erection and douse myself in a cold shower. But he hasn’t told me to stop. He keeps encouraging me to do more, and what little self control I have is slipping.

If he gives me permission, self-control is out the window.

A: You can touch me. Make me feel something, please.

Me: I shouldn’t do this.

A: You want to. Fist your cock for me. Get off while you tell me how you’d take me apart. C’mon, B.

Fuck. I can’t say no. I want this too much.

Me: If I touched you, would you get hard for me, or would you stay soft? I can work with both.

A: Let’s say I get hard for you. What would you do?

Me: I’d switch us around so you’re lying beneath me. I’d slide down your body, free you and wrap my hand around your base. Pump it slowly, root to tip, over and over until I get you wet.

A: And when you’ve got my dick all messy?

Me: Well. You haven’t seen messy yet. I have to lick it up first. Trace my tongue all around your shaft until your arousal coats my tongue. And then I’ve got to wrap my lips around the head and suck what’s left. Before slowly taking more of you down my throat.

A: You’re so good, B. So fucking good. I’ll push back your hair, wrap it in my fist and just… watch you.

Me: Is it hot? Thinking about a man sucking your dick?

A: My brain boner is going wild. Definitely attracted to men physically. Maybe a little sexually? Jury is still out.

Me: Want to stop?

A: God, no. I want to know how you’ll take my cock.

Me: You’ve got a dirty mouth for a virgin. Lift your hips. Push into my throat a little.

A: You like being choked?

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